Riot
    (专辑: Carnival Vol. II: Memoirs Of An Immigrant - 2007)
    
    [Intro: Wyclef Jean]  Yo Serj, pass me that lighter  Yeah... yeah, yeah!   [Serj] Flowers, smiling through the 
battlefield!   [Verse One: Wyclef Jean]  The 
break is over man, I'm back with the 
ink pen  Like Ali bomaye okay I'm on my second wind  Used to roll dice when the 
luck was on my side man  Four-five-six, walked away with a 
grand man  Seen many blocks turn to the 
Twilight Zone  D.A. on the 
case like Sherlock Holmes  My old high school sweetheart started sniffin a 
bone  For the 
right bag she deep throat, deeper than a 
baritone  I 
caught you off guard, this verse is unexpected, check it  Like when I 
rhymed on Big Pun's record, check it  I 
got a 
swagger that cut any rapper mind over matter  Lyrical dagger like alcohol I'm bad for your liver  Quiver, shiver body temperature get found in Hudson River  Deliver a 
message to your miss you won't be comin over  And if you on the 
street tonight, see that ReFugee logo  We beam around the 
world like satellite   [Chorus One: Wyclef Jean]  It's them hip-hop boys, turn your radio down  It's the 
rock 'n roll boys, turn your radio down  It's them reggae boys, turn your radio down  Neighbors mind your business  It's a 
riot again! The 
world is getting nervous  So we travel again! Main journey's the 
unconscious  It's a 
riot again! The 
world is getting nervous  And so we travel again! Main journey's the 
unconscious   [Verse Two: Sizzla (Wyclef)]  Come rooooooooock with me~!  I 
got the 
music on the 
block with me  Come chill on the 
spoooooot with me  And just laugh in spree  Yeah you're right, we got enough for everyone  So get all your friends and your families and come along  Move to the 
beat that's all we do we got Jerusalem  Everyday we offer praises like King Solomon  Ain't gon' hurt ye, don't be nervous  I'm your guardian angel, know you purpose  And if I 
look at you low, if I 
should make it  Believe me, I 
leave you, show you how to make it  (Hung up high, in the 
M-I)  (Double-S-I, S-S-I)  (P-P-I, three-piece tie)  (Wanna see me die so the 
heavens they cry)   [Chorus Two: Wyclef Jean]  It's them hip-hop boys, turn your radio down  It's the 
rock 'n roll boys, turn your radio down  It's them reggae boys, turn your radio down  Neighbors mind your business  It's a 
riot! Riot! Riot! Riot!  From the 
train to the 
plane, security check  From the 
bridge to the 
tunnel, security check  It's a 
riot again! The 
world is getting nervous  So we travel again! Main journey's the 
unconscious  It's a 
riot again! The 
world is getting nervous  And so we travel again! Main journey's the 
unconscious   [Verse Three: Wyclef Jean]  I 
was down in Texas; drivin wreckless  Police stop me, axe me for my license (oh yeah)  Registration so I 
played him some Elvis  He let me go, then I 
lit off the 
chalice  I 
said if things don't change, we headed for the 
Arma-ged-deon  And the 
great dragon with seven head, ten horns, at the 
Arma-ged-deon  Listen to the 
choir children   [Verse Four: Serj Tankian]  The 
matterings of all matter  Masters and their extended batters  Internet intelligence for investments for the 
natural world  Their divestments; truth is knowledge  Although bi-polar if it's attainment is equitable  Man's mirrors face the 
flesh but hide the 
spirit  in opposite worlds; vision can only be attained universally  Lamps of varied sizes and shapes carrying different shades  All having the 
propensity to illuminate  Let's ruminate on realization that the 
means is the 
end  The 
Earth's water is mirroring the 
stream-of-consciousness  The 
dead being reborn as flowers smiling through the 
battlefields   [Wyclef Jean (Serj)]  It's them hip-hop boys, turn your radio down  It's the 
rock 'n roll boys, turn your radio down  (Flowers, smiling through the 
battlefield!)   [repeat to 21 seconds before the 
end]  It's a 
riot again! The 
world is getting nervous  So we travel again! Main journey's the 
unconscious  It's a 
riot again! The 
world is getting nervous  And so we travel again! Main journey's the 
unconscious